"Hm?" Amaya looked up at the sound of her name, just as she was trying to fit a coil around a rod, causing it to slip out of her fingers and go springing up toward the ceiling. From there, it bounced toward the door frame, ricocheted toward the floor, careened off the far wall, and then finally settled as it dove into a copper cylinder with a rather satisfying ping! sound. She watched its every move, blinked when it stopped, and let out a soft "heh" that matched the faint blush on her cheeks.

"Well," she stated, "that's got to be worth at least a few points."

And, sure that nothing else would decide to go take a nice flight around the room, her attention went back to the visitor. "And I take it you're here for one of my students," she observed, and she felt she could take a pretty good stab at who, too. "Come on in. Don't mind the mess, I was just brushing up a few," dozen, "projects here and there. We should be pretty clear of springs, though, I should think."